For Me To Praise Is Interrupting Praise.

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

They Try To Say What You Are, Spiritual Or Sexual? They Wonder About Solomon And All His Wives. In The Body Of The World, They Say, There Is A Soul And You Are That. But We Have Ways Within Each Other That Will Never Be Said By Anyone.

A Man Or A Woman Is Said To Be Absorbed When The Water Has Total Control Of Him, And He No Control Of The Water. A Swimmer Moves Around Willfully. An Absorbed Being Has No Will But The Water's Going. Any Word Or Act Is Not Really Personal, But The Way The Water Has Of Speaking Or Doing. As When You Hear A Voice Coming Out Of A Wall, And You Know That It's Not The Wall Talking, But Someone Inside, Or Perhaps Someone Outside Echoing Off The Wall. Saints Are Like That. They've Achieved The Condition Of A Wall, Or A Door.

Love, The Life-giving Garden Of This World.

Wherever You Are, And Whatever You Do, Be In Love.